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Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
3,648
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Smallville, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Seven
Among Man
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville, Kyle XY, or Stardust.
Summary: Move over Roswell. What if Kyle XY woke up in Kansas and was found by a real alien?
Chapter Seven
Lighting danced across the darkened sky and the witch queen was jamming away to some song called Voodoo Child as she entered Smallville’s city limit. It was actually a rather pretty place and she could not wait to leave it completely devastated in her wake.
She really had to admit it though. This realm had delightful music. She was simply going to have to stock up on “D” batteries and buy a big thing called a CD sound system. Her sisters would absolutely adore one. They all three did so love to dance.
She quickly “magicked” a note to remind herself to go and rob a Wal-Mart’s electronics station blind. It would be so easy to load up the trunk and the backseat as she “spelled” the star to the passenger seat beside her. That was when she wondered if it would be wise to just make the car fly her and the star back somewhere over the rainbow. Harry Potter could kiss her honey sweet alabaster ass.
She howled with wicked laughter as she zoomed down the little country road. It was so much fun being young and insanely powerful.
Thunder bellowed across the sky and she sighed happily as she jammed on. This little town was not going to know what hit it until it was far too late to do anything about it.
“Feel your poison running through me,” she sang as she shifted gears with a beautiful jeweled hand, “Let me never grow old.”
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The storm struck just as Clark got off the phone with an irate Chloe. She was as mad as a pissed off pistol, and to be quite honest, it was fucking scary. Did she even know how to shoot a pistol? The thought made him shiver. He so did not want her bullets being aimed in his direction. She probably wouldn’t miss and bullets did sting.
He had apologized and told her that he had been really worried about Kyle. That seemed to have calmed her down a little bit but she had asked how he had gotten home.
That was when he had made a static like noise with a peppermint wrapper and told her that the lights were flickering. She had told him bye and he had hung up. He was such a horrible alien.
He looked over to see that Kyle was completely enchanted with the television. His mom had put on the new Peter Pan movie and he was curled up in front of the sofa giggling like silver bells.
Clark bit his bottom lip. Had he done the right thing about telling Chloe about Kyle? It would really piss him off if someone told someone else his secrets. He shook his head. He could trust Chloe. She was one of his best friends. She knew he was gay and did not care. So, it was all good.
Kyle burst out laughing when Peter’s shadow smacked Peter across the back of the head. Clark snorted. That was funny.
He had made so many wishes in his life…but why was this one being answered? He took a seat next to Kyle and smiled at him as Tinker Bell tried to rip all of Wendy’s hair out for daring to try and kiss Peter.
“What’s wrong,” Kyle asked with concern in his aquamarine orbs and his silver glow faded a little from his luminous skin, “Your smile, it seems so sad.”
Clark watched Peter throw Tinker Bell against a pillow and sighed. She was just trying to protect his heart from the pain it would feel later when he had to let Wendy grow up.
“Is this a dream,” Clark whispered as he pushed pause on the movie.
“Does this feel like a dream,” Kyle asked and poked him in the side.
“My wish,” Clark said and then turned to look at him with questioningly green eyes, “Why this one?”
“Because,” Kyle smiled and it was radiant, “It came straight from your heart.”
Clark closed his eyes and Kyle pulled him into his glowing alabaster arms. It felt so nice being able to hold someone who needed comforting. It made him glow just a little brighter.
“You long for endless acceptance and love from someone who will be by your side and in your heart forever,” Kyle whispered as he rested his chin on top of Clark’s head, “I can give you that…if you want it.”
Clark didn’t know what to say. He was a little frightened by the thought of it. Did he deserve it? He didn’t know. It had been a selfish wish. He did not want someone to feel as though they had to accept and love him. It was wrong.
Kyle was completely smitten with Clark. It was as if Love had smacked him over the head with his bow. He was here because of Clark. He had fallen in love with Clark from the moment his molten blue eyes gazed into those lonely emerald depths that screamed to be filled with light.
“It is your wish, Clark,” he whispered, “And I fell to fulfill it because of you.”
“I’m sorry,” Clark said pulling away from those accepting arms, “I did not mean to make you fall from your home.”
Kyle giggled and it was like soft silver starlight, “I fell because it was Mother Moon’s law. You have very good aim, even if it was not intentional, Clark.”
It was a very old ritual as old as ritual itself. Mother Moon had decreed to all the Wishing Stars in her night sky that if any was to make a wish on one of them, and that wish came straight from the heart, and that person managed to hit them with something while making the wish, then they had no choice but to fulfill it.
Clark lowered his head, “Did it hurt?”
“A little,” Kyle confessed and stuck his nose up in the air, “But I’m alive, you big bully.”
Clark snorted and listened to the thunder. He could hear his mom rattling around in the kitchen.
“Are you hungry,” he asked.
Kyle shook his head, “Not yet.”
“Well, I am,” he said and took Kyle by the hand to help him up, “Let’s go pout in front of my mom until she makes us some snacks, and then we’ll finish this movie.”
“Okay,” Kyle said and followed after him, “What are snacks?”
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The witch queen came to a screeching halt outside the Talon and parallel parked perfectly. (Say parallel parked perfectly three times fast. Go on! I dare you!) She stepped out of her pretty shiny and her long silk gown billowed around her perfect, slender, model like frame in the stormy wind. Her long, wild, red hair blew around her alabaster face like a burning flame as he gazed around with those mystical, molten, amber orbs of hers. She looked as though she had just stepped out of Faery instead of an expensive Lamborghini. She needed a slight rest and a good meal.
She glided across the street in heels that no mortal woman would ever dare step foot into. She put a slight swish to her graceful hips and smiled at the result. The people on the street simply had to stop and look, even though a storm was blowing in. She was beautiful and she knew it.
Music filled her ears when she stepped inside and found that the place was kind of cute. That was when she noticed some Egyptian characters painted on the pillars that supported the structure. It looked as though some little witch had done his or her homework. Those symbols stood for good luck, fortune, and protection.
“Excuse me, Miss,” a young girl with wide olive green eyes asked, “Would you like a seat?”
The witch queen smiled down at the short little thing with pearly white teeth, “Of course, my dear.”
“This way,” Lana said and wondered who the hell this outsider was. She was probably one of Lex Luthor’s “eccentric” lady friends from the big city of Metropolis.
The witch queen followed behind her and all eyes were on her. All the young men from the school were practically drooling over their food. It was so much to be desired by youth.
Lana showed her to a quiet little table in the corner that looked like a private booth.
“Thank you, dear,” the witch queen smiled warmly at her as she gracefully took a seat.
“Can I get you anything,” Lana asked as she admired her beauty and those expensive rings and necklaces.
“May I have a menu, dear,” she asked with a polite smile.
“Of course you may,” Lana said sweetly, “I’ll be right back.”
Lana walked away and wondered why the girl was calling her dear. She looked no older than she did, and she simply loved the contacts and the authentic renaissance fair costume. Was Lex having some kind of party for the big wigs?
The witch queen smiled as she began to hum, “Oh where, oh where has my little star gone? Oh where, oh where could he be?”
She snickered and then cackled with amused laughter. Oh, she simply cracks herself up.
“Here you are, Miss,” Lana said and handed her a menu.
The witch queen began to flip through it and Lana waited patiently for the young lady to tell her what she wanted.
The witch queen tapped her bottom lip with a sharp, pointy nail that was the color of a deep red rose, “I’ll have the grilled chicken and a strawberry blush, dear.”
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville, Kyle XY, or Stardust.
Summary: Move over Roswell. What if Kyle XY woke up in Kansas and was found by a real alien?
Chapter Seven
Lighting danced across the darkened sky and the witch queen was jamming away to some song called Voodoo Child as she entered Smallville’s city limit. It was actually a rather pretty place and she could not wait to leave it completely devastated in her wake.
She really had to admit it though. This realm had delightful music. She was simply going to have to stock up on “D” batteries and buy a big thing called a CD sound system. Her sisters would absolutely adore one. They all three did so love to dance.
She quickly “magicked” a note to remind herself to go and rob a Wal-Mart’s electronics station blind. It would be so easy to load up the trunk and the backseat as she “spelled” the star to the passenger seat beside her. That was when she wondered if it would be wise to just make the car fly her and the star back somewhere over the rainbow. Harry Potter could kiss her honey sweet alabaster ass.
She howled with wicked laughter as she zoomed down the little country road. It was so much fun being young and insanely powerful.
Thunder bellowed across the sky and she sighed happily as she jammed on. This little town was not going to know what hit it until it was far too late to do anything about it.
“Feel your poison running through me,” she sang as she shifted gears with a beautiful jeweled hand, “Let me never grow old.”
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The storm struck just as Clark got off the phone with an irate Chloe. She was as mad as a pissed off pistol, and to be quite honest, it was fucking scary. Did she even know how to shoot a pistol? The thought made him shiver. He so did not want her bullets being aimed in his direction. She probably wouldn’t miss and bullets did sting.
He had apologized and told her that he had been really worried about Kyle. That seemed to have calmed her down a little bit but she had asked how he had gotten home.
That was when he had made a static like noise with a peppermint wrapper and told her that the lights were flickering. She had told him bye and he had hung up. He was such a horrible alien.
He looked over to see that Kyle was completely enchanted with the television. His mom had put on the new Peter Pan movie and he was curled up in front of the sofa giggling like silver bells.
Clark bit his bottom lip. Had he done the right thing about telling Chloe about Kyle? It would really piss him off if someone told someone else his secrets. He shook his head. He could trust Chloe. She was one of his best friends. She knew he was gay and did not care. So, it was all good.
Kyle burst out laughing when Peter’s shadow smacked Peter across the back of the head. Clark snorted. That was funny.
He had made so many wishes in his life…but why was this one being answered? He took a seat next to Kyle and smiled at him as Tinker Bell tried to rip all of Wendy’s hair out for daring to try and kiss Peter.
“What’s wrong,” Kyle asked with concern in his aquamarine orbs and his silver glow faded a little from his luminous skin, “Your smile, it seems so sad.”
Clark watched Peter throw Tinker Bell against a pillow and sighed. She was just trying to protect his heart from the pain it would feel later when he had to let Wendy grow up.
“Is this a dream,” Clark whispered as he pushed pause on the movie.
“Does this feel like a dream,” Kyle asked and poked him in the side.
“My wish,” Clark said and then turned to look at him with questioningly green eyes, “Why this one?”
“Because,” Kyle smiled and it was radiant, “It came straight from your heart.”
Clark closed his eyes and Kyle pulled him into his glowing alabaster arms. It felt so nice being able to hold someone who needed comforting. It made him glow just a little brighter.
“You long for endless acceptance and love from someone who will be by your side and in your heart forever,” Kyle whispered as he rested his chin on top of Clark’s head, “I can give you that…if you want it.”
Clark didn’t know what to say. He was a little frightened by the thought of it. Did he deserve it? He didn’t know. It had been a selfish wish. He did not want someone to feel as though they had to accept and love him. It was wrong.
Kyle was completely smitten with Clark. It was as if Love had smacked him over the head with his bow. He was here because of Clark. He had fallen in love with Clark from the moment his molten blue eyes gazed into those lonely emerald depths that screamed to be filled with light.
“It is your wish, Clark,” he whispered, “And I fell to fulfill it because of you.”
“I’m sorry,” Clark said pulling away from those accepting arms, “I did not mean to make you fall from your home.”
Kyle giggled and it was like soft silver starlight, “I fell because it was Mother Moon’s law. You have very good aim, even if it was not intentional, Clark.”
It was a very old ritual as old as ritual itself. Mother Moon had decreed to all the Wishing Stars in her night sky that if any was to make a wish on one of them, and that wish came straight from the heart, and that person managed to hit them with something while making the wish, then they had no choice but to fulfill it.
Clark lowered his head, “Did it hurt?”
“A little,” Kyle confessed and stuck his nose up in the air, “But I’m alive, you big bully.”
Clark snorted and listened to the thunder. He could hear his mom rattling around in the kitchen.
“Are you hungry,” he asked.
Kyle shook his head, “Not yet.”
“Well, I am,” he said and took Kyle by the hand to help him up, “Let’s go pout in front of my mom until she makes us some snacks, and then we’ll finish this movie.”
“Okay,” Kyle said and followed after him, “What are snacks?”
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The witch queen came to a screeching halt outside the Talon and parallel parked perfectly. (Say parallel parked perfectly three times fast. Go on! I dare you!) She stepped out of her pretty shiny and her long silk gown billowed around her perfect, slender, model like frame in the stormy wind. Her long, wild, red hair blew around her alabaster face like a burning flame as he gazed around with those mystical, molten, amber orbs of hers. She looked as though she had just stepped out of Faery instead of an expensive Lamborghini. She needed a slight rest and a good meal.
She glided across the street in heels that no mortal woman would ever dare step foot into. She put a slight swish to her graceful hips and smiled at the result. The people on the street simply had to stop and look, even though a storm was blowing in. She was beautiful and she knew it.
Music filled her ears when she stepped inside and found that the place was kind of cute. That was when she noticed some Egyptian characters painted on the pillars that supported the structure. It looked as though some little witch had done his or her homework. Those symbols stood for good luck, fortune, and protection.
“Excuse me, Miss,” a young girl with wide olive green eyes asked, “Would you like a seat?”
The witch queen smiled down at the short little thing with pearly white teeth, “Of course, my dear.”
“This way,” Lana said and wondered who the hell this outsider was. She was probably one of Lex Luthor’s “eccentric” lady friends from the big city of Metropolis.
The witch queen followed behind her and all eyes were on her. All the young men from the school were practically drooling over their food. It was so much to be desired by youth.
Lana showed her to a quiet little table in the corner that looked like a private booth.
“Thank you, dear,” the witch queen smiled warmly at her as she gracefully took a seat.
“Can I get you anything,” Lana asked as she admired her beauty and those expensive rings and necklaces.
“May I have a menu, dear,” she asked with a polite smile.
“Of course you may,” Lana said sweetly, “I’ll be right back.”
Lana walked away and wondered why the girl was calling her dear. She looked no older than she did, and she simply loved the contacts and the authentic renaissance fair costume. Was Lex having some kind of party for the big wigs?
The witch queen smiled as she began to hum, “Oh where, oh where has my little star gone? Oh where, oh where could he be?”
She snickered and then cackled with amused laughter. Oh, she simply cracks herself up.
“Here you are, Miss,” Lana said and handed her a menu.
The witch queen began to flip through it and Lana waited patiently for the young lady to tell her what she wanted.
The witch queen tapped her bottom lip with a sharp, pointy nail that was the color of a deep red rose, “I’ll have the grilled chicken and a strawberry blush, dear.”
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora